The creaky old door jars open and a tall thin blonde makes her way in trudging in her purple crumpled suitcase, a basket and a backpack. her glasses pressed tightly to her face as she clambers to the countless objects in her hands. Her eyes shift smoothly to the right spotting the person she must be meeting. the longer i look at her face, the more confused i am about her age. she could be 29 or 41. Being bad at determining age doesn't help my case either but, she sounds mature as she greets the man and talks about how they will get along just well. As soon as i see it as a date the man mentions his wife and the woman seems to have rings on her wedding finger as well.
She pulls out book of her bag and begins flipping through the pages. pointing out different things that would be “Great for him.” and “high quality which makes us better.”
They're intent and excited about whatever they're talking about. both drinking coffee and describing fabrics.
I'm called for my tea and as i walk past i see they are buying socks.
Starting writing this i expected that maybe they were married, maybe she was his daughter. Maybe she’s not from around here, and hes housing her. She stands to her bag now the giant rolling suitcase, and quite literally takes out these pallet boards covered in socks. what seems hundreds of different kinds.
“I'm like a traveling circus, i'm headed to cleveland tonight.”
What kind of job do you travel to sell wholesale athletic socks. i'm not sure if i'm weirded out or rather impressed. either way. that was interesting.
My names Allison. I am a Christ follower. I write, travel, take pictures, and I am a current college student from Metro-Detroit. Take your shoes off, and stay awhile.
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